Camille Schmidt - Wake Up

Can't get myself to shower
Sleeping like seventeen hours
Searching for some inner power
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Get out of it, get out of it

There's a pigeon lying on the street
Puffed bodied, clenched little feet
A man's crouching over it, saying
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Get out of it, get out of it

It's hard to be around you and not want to kill you
You made me hate myself and still I stayed with you
I handcuffed myself to the bed
Parlaying affirmations: one day I'll feel good again
If I can make it through this addiction
The world will bloom beautiful beyond prediction

You did a little too much blow
Now I'm someone you used to know
Trying to keep your hands warm
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Get out of it, get out of it
You called all my friends losers
Who still calls people losers
Why do I fear losing you
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Get out of it, get out of it

It's hard to be around you and not want to kiss you
You made me hate myself and still I stayed with you
I handcuffed myself to the bed
Parlaying affirmations: one day I'll be good again
If I can make it through this addiction
The world will bloom beautiful

Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Get out of it, get out of it